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“If he’s about to get lucky with some girl, his guards aren’t coming into the room to watch. We just need her to lead him back to a room where we’re standing on the other side of the door.” I climbed off and pulled up another chair, sitting down in front of the club site. “I hope Wesley’s type is ‘anyone willing to be in the same room with me’ because we don’t know who they are or what they look like.”
“I’ll grab us something to drink,” Wilder said, leaving me to it.
I followed him to the door. “It can’t really be over with Levi. I won’t accept that he gets away with it after what he’s done.”
Wilder pushed my hair back, kissing my forehead. “I won’t let up on him. If he’s ever stupid enough to get home sick, we’ll be on the tarmac waiting for him.”
He left, leaving me standing there, listing all the ways I messed up with Levi.
This is my last chance to get it right and find out who the Phantom is. I won’t mess this up. I—
I turned around and stopped dead.
“Hello.” Smiling, the face on the screen tipped his head. “You must be Luna.”’
Long, black hair framed the angular face taking up the entire screen. He smirked, and it crookedly pulled on full lips and a pointed nose.
“Who are you? A friend of Wilder’s?”
“I’m the guy who’s been looking for you, my little club crasher. You didn’t think you’d get to run free—fucking with the club and its members—and no one would have shit to say about it, did you?”
I didn’t move or speak. My mind went blank in the space of two breaths.
He beamed. “Call me the IT guy. I secured the site and made it unhackable, but it’s always the simplest trick that you never see coming. Stealing a dead guy’s computer and using his recruiter access to make your own profile?” Shaking his head, he whistled. “Impressive.
“I won’t ask why you did it, because I have access to every dare and truth on this site, Luna Sinclair. I know what they did to your older sister.”
My body went rigid.
“If you had stopped with fucking over Levi Thompkins and Wesley Hill, I might’ve been tempted to leave you alone. I like a good revenge story as much as the next guy. But alas,” he said, sigh whooshing through the speakers. “You took it too far by trying to expose the club.”
“Who are you?” I croaked. “How are you doing this? These are Wilder’s computers. No one accesses them but him.”
Smiling, he shrugged like who knows? “Guess I’m just that good.”
“What do you want from me?”
“I want you to accept praise,” he replied. “You’re not the first person whose hatred of the club drove them to expose it. But you are the first who came damn close to doing it. Or maybe you have done it. Using Natale’s recruiter account to message every Dreg in the club and tell them they’ll receive five hundred dollars for each new member they bring in? Genius.
“The club got fifty new members in a day. And none of them have the long list of threats/reasons to keep quiet. You had to know someone would notice, but by then, what would it matter? Word would spread too far and wide for anyone to contain the secret.”
“It has spread too far. People are already talking about the mysterious Truth or Dare Club. I hear whispers about it all over campus.”
“An issue the founders are paying me good money to take care of.” He tipped his head to me. “Naturally, you’re out. I’m shutting down your account, Natale’s account, and every new account you’ve created.”
“No,” I cried, running to the screen. “You can’t. Not yet!”
He continued like I hadn’t spoken. “I’ve got the I.P. addresses of every computer in your place now, so if you come near the site again, I’ll know.”
“No! Don’t do this.” I shook the monitor. “Please, just give me another ten minutes. You said you appreciated a good revenge story. I’m so close. I almost have mine. I just need to send out one more dare.”
“Sorry,” he sang—his handsome face lit up like destroying my hopes was better than Christmas. “Can’t be done.”
Crash!
Wilder stood in the doorway—the mugs of tea he made shattered ceramic at his feet. “Wolf?”
“Hello, little brother.” The now named Wolf smiled a different kind of smile at Wilder. One that made me step back. “You know better than to play in my sandbox. That never worked out for you when we were kids.”
“Luna, move!” Wilder shot past me, diving under the desk. He yanked out the power cord and Wolf winked out—replaced by blackness.
“You know, if you want my attention so badly—”
We whipped around. Wolf smirked at us from the monitor on the far end.
